Theft
The Extrapolator
He's staring very intently into her eyes. More intently than usual.
This, Yuffie deduces, must be a sign! She compliantly slides her eyelids shut, and puckers her lips imperceptibly. She's even more expectant now that she's made it so easy for him.
Seconds pass.
Long, long, uneventful seconds pass.
Her left eye creaks open. His expression has remained, revoltingly, the same. The only difference is that instead of regarding her eyes with what she now realizes looks possibly closer to indifference than intent, he has transferred that regard to her unusual lip formation. She opens both eyes and stops the silly pucker. Great, now she has just gone and made of a fool of herself. I guess that's not how kissing works.
Finally, he deigns to speak. "Yuffie, what were you doing?"
The words hit her like a brick wall going at warp speed. The side of her mouth twitches. There's no way in hell she's going to tell him. "I was just testing you!" she blusters carelessly, swiveling abruptly on her heel. "Anyway, can't be playing games now! I've got some missions to get done! See ya, Vince!" She shoves upon him a mighty grin, and she sprints off with a little bounce.
The disappointed frown plants itself back into place the second she's out of the vicinity.
A/N: Who's disappointed frown? I really, honestly adore Yuffie. Thank you for the reviews! I love receiving them.